Are we really living?//TWD

THREE

I get locked into a cell I'm sitting on the bottom bunk with my upper body leaning forward.

My father stomps into my room with a cigarette hanging from his lips, I pull my knees into my chest with my breath shuddering in fear.

"Where the hell is my tin can?" He slurs his words as he yelled.

"I-I don't k-know" my 10 year old self stutters my words then he grabs my hair which made me yell. He pins me to the wall by pushing the side of my face towards the wall.

He grabs my wrist and holds his cigarette over my arm.

"You got one last chance. Where the hell is it!?" He yells at me and I already have streaming down my face.

He burns my arm and I scream in pain.

I get pulled out of my traumatic memories by someone walking over to my cell. I look to who it is and it's a boy with a sheriffs hat studying me.

I ignore him and not make eye contact. I play with my ring while I'm trying to figure out what they're gonna do with me.

"Why aren't you telling my dad anything?"he asks me but I don't respond. "I get why you don't trust us but we're trying to help you" he tries to reason with me.

"Carl..." I heard Daryl say to him, Carl takes one more glance at me then walks away.

"Hey" Daryl tries to get my attention, I decide not to aggravate him anymore so I turn my head towards him.

He holds up my meds bottle for me to see. "What are these for?" He asks but I don't answer. "Help me out here please" he asks.

"I save your friend then you lock me up like a rabid animal. Hows that for a thank you" I say lowly then I move my hair out of my face.

"Well if you answer any of our damn questions then we wouldn't have to" he snaps. "Now what are these for?" He asks again meaning the meds.

"Bipolar disorder" I answer and his face softens. "Now you think I'm psychotic" I say as if it was a fact.

"No I don't I just think you just need a little bit help in there" he says while pointing towards his head. I shrug then I turn away from him.

"Are you alone?" He asks and I nod slowly.

"Who's that man out there?" I ask then I turn my head towards him. "It seems like he is the one in charge" I say conspicuously and he lets out a breath.

"Uh yeah that's Rick and he is in charge" he answers and I tilt my head to the side.

"But you. You like to be alone, so you don't have to live up to anyone's expectations" I say while studying him.

"Ya know nothin about me" he snaps back.

"I know enough that you get defensive when someone gets to you're emotions" I say and he's looking down "you mask your feelings with anger" I say as if it was a fact.

He looks at me one more time then leaves. I sigh then I lay back.

"Who's in there again?" I heard a familiar voice but I can't put my finger on it.

"She won't tell us anything. You can try" Risk says I sit up and I look at the person outside of the cell.

"Maggie?" I say breathless and she is shocked once she sees me.

"Oh my god, Tony, oh my god. Is that you?" She exclaims and I smile huge. She snatches the keys from Rick then unlocks my cell.

She jumps and hugs me then I hug her back tightly, I can hear her crying in my shoulder and I close my eyes while smiling savoring the moment.

She pulls away with tears streaming down her cheeks with a huge smile.

"When you left I thought I never saw you again" she lets out and I wipe away her tears with my thumb.

"Me either I've missed you so much" I say still processing everything.

"You two know each other?" Rick questions.

"She is basically my sister we knew each other since she immigrated we met in highschool. But then where did you go you bastard?" She says playfully and I grin.

"I needed money and education so military" I answered with a lie and the truth.

"But damn no letter? No phone call?" She says and I shrug my shoulders.

"It was mainly my dads fault.." I say a little more quietly and her face softens cause she knows what he would do to me.

Half the time he would beat me so bad to where I snuck out in the middle of the night and ran to her house so her dad would patch me up. And she taught me most of my english.

"Is your dad here?" I ask and she smiles then nods. "Where is he?" I ask and she grabs my hand.